#His name is kase
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rottenr0ckets · 2 months ago
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Pressure oc doodles
I didn't know who to draw him with in the first one so add your oc:3
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baconplasm · 6 months ago
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drawing for myself and idk 2 other fans
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tabl3 · 2 years ago
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Kaz likes being called Kazimieraz in bed. I don't make the rules.
fair fair
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sagesskies · 9 months ago
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ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴅᴇɪᴛʏ
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✒ ᴄᴜᴘɪᴅ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ꜱʜᴏᴛ
ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ: ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ (ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ꜱᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ʙᴏᴡʟ), ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴜʜ. ʀᴀᴄɪꜱᴍ (ᴛʜɪꜱ ɢᴏᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟꜱ!), ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ɢᴏʀᴇ, ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ, ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏɴ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, Qʜᴇᴛᴏʜʀ ᴊᴜᴍᴘꜱᴄᴀʀᴇ, [ɴᴀᴍᴇ] ɪꜱ ᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ꜱᴀᴄʀɪꜰɪᴄᴇ, ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏ!
Yandere Love Deity whose temple you grew up in; Intricate paintings and marble sculptures depicting their ethereal figure surrounding you as the years pass and you go from being one of the children raised within the temple’s immaculate halls, to the most devoted priest serving Luvarin. 
You firmly believe that love goes beyond just romance, the love between two partners in union, but extends to a love that matters just as much; the love between family, between friends, or even the simple love for your neighbour. It shows in how you preach, emphasising the importance of that connection and teaching the children that just as they should pursue the kind of love depicted in the sacred partnerships of the Gods, they should search for the love between two great friends, like that of the Merciful One and his sibling Qhetohr. 
Yandere Love Deity who hears your name in only a few months after your induction into priesthood. But really, they took notice of your presence before that. It was hard not to. Not when your offerings were always of the highest quality: Intricate carvings of sparrows, wines brewed with the strawberries grown in the temple, and not to mention the hymns you sang and wrote for them which were always a delight to listen to. 
But what really drew them to your offerings was not merely the quality, no, no, they had no shortage of extravagant offerings from their wealthy followers. It was the fact that you had taken the time to create them yourself. Now, handcrafted gifts weren’t uncommon either, but really it was the dedication. To truly devote yourself to creating such impeccable displays of faith… why, it was enough to make their heart flutter. And that was no small feat. Luvarin decides that it’s high time that they reward you. 
It’s small at first. Little things that build progressively till you realise that life has been treating you suspiciously too well recently. Your recently published text debating the moral lesson one should take from the fall of the house of Arus has taken off to unforeseen heights. You’ve been promoted in the temple. You managed to avoid getting hit by a vase dropped right on top of you, unintentionally of course, because it somehow, miraculously, got blown away by the wind. 
Yandere Love Deity, who is of course, the one responsible for it all. It’s almost like you know that, because your prayers become more intimate and personal. Truly grateful for everything Luvarin is doing for you– Well you don’t exactly address it to Luvarin, you’re praying to the Gods in general, but still. They’re the reason why you’re so lucky in the first place, and hearing you passionately thanking them so genuinely, is enough to have them giggle and kick their feet with absolute delight. 
‘O Children of Kases, hear my call, I offer you my deepest gratitude, for the countless blessings you bestow upon my path, For the love that surrounds me, both seen and unseen, for the beauty of the world and the kindness of hearts.
Thank you for the lessons, both gentle and harsh, that shape me, mold me, and help me grow. For the strength to overcome challenges, And the wisdom to see the truth within. 
In the quiet whisper of the leaves, In the gentle glow of the moon, I feel your essence, ever near, Guiding me, loving me, holding me….’
Laying in the fluffy, warm, and comfortable surface of their bed, Luvarin sighs. Truly, they were amazing. They’re aware that your prayer is not just for them, but for all their siblings as well, but sheesh, who were they kidding? Of course, this prayer was meant for them! Who else has been aiding you so much? Giving you such powerful blessings and bountiful gifts, their merciful brother had competition!
Luvarin sits up, and summons their scrying bowl. It was a new one that they haven’t used yet, it was a gift from you, one of your beautiful wood carvings. 
They don’t usually like using wood in their equipment, it was for commoner mortals. But this bowl was of a perfect shape, the width was of their exact preference, it wasn’t flimsy and easily scratched or damaged, and it was designed with carved drawings of myths that centred around Luvarin themself. 
Seriously, how lucky could they be, to have a follower as devoted and as considerate with his offerings as you are. Compared to the rough and unpolished quality of the mere commoners and the superficial and needlessly gaudy level the nobles reached, yours were a breath of fresh air in how much care was placed into them. 
Thinking about it is enough for Luvarin's already present smile to widen further.
Luvarin waves their hand in a delicate flourish, and the bowl fills itself with a clear, mystical water, the surface shimmering with images of the activity below the heavens. They press one tawny finger, and it pauses. 
Their brow furrows in concentration, Luvarin purses their lip, and close their eyes as they search for your presence. 
“Aha!” There you are darling.
Luvarin's eyes open, gleaming purple, and they clap their hands with delight as the water morphs to show them the familiar sight of your room in the temple. The bed on the right, blanket strewn haphazardly on the soft mattress. Your desk is on the left covered in the drafts for your latest text. Then there's you, on your knees in front of the window, hands held in prayerful position, head bowed submissively and your eyes closed in concentration. The moonlight pouring in and shining down on you.
Despite being one of Kases’ powerful children, a literal god, Luvarin was a mere afterthought to the mortals. Unlike mighty Uren, or their fearsome twin Qhetohr, why should one concern themself with the deity of Love for anything more than matters of romance? They were a joke in the Heavens, mortals literally painted them as a cherub with a pathetically small bow and a heart tipped arrow. 
Not to mention that a lot of their priests were nothing better than scammers who tricked desperate and lonely people and naive mortals who believed that serving in Luvarin's temple could give them luck in their love life. 
But, then there was you. [Name]. Sweet, genuine [Name]. 
Luvarin traces their finger around your face, enjoying each and every detail. Sometimes, when they watch you, from the scrying bowl or in the form of a sparrow, they have the desire to just reach out and touch you. To truly feel the warmth that you radiated. To know that you're real, and not just something that their mind has come up with. 
A wisp blows in. Luvarin clicks their tongue, less than pleased about the interruption. They snatch it out of the air, it wiggles and tries to escape from their grasp, but eventually it tires. 
“Speak,” Luvarin drawls, tapping on their leg impatiently. 
Wisps, little creatures born from the mist of the Jaurdenia River and used by Luvarin and their siblings as messengers. Round, bouncy, balls of wind that glowed far too brightly for Luvarin's keen eyes. They were cute and Luvarin loved to throw them around their palace and watch them zip and crash into the walls, but right now it was [Name] time, and [Name] time was as sacred to them as the annual Luvercalia ritual. 
The wisp squirms a bit, their golden centre glowing darker in concentration, before relaxing as the honey-like smoke pours out of it. The whispers of their merciful brother carried by the fumes, “Luvarin, please do know that I will be visiting you soon to discuss some matters.” 
Luvarin groans, frustration rolling off of them in waves. They loved their merciful brother. Really who didn't? But they'd much rather get back to watching you from the scrying bowl and listening to you sing their praises. 
However deep down Luvarin knows that if they were to not show up, then he would worry and tell Qhetohr to check on them, and then Qhetohr would find about you and then– 
To the deepest pits of Demorta, why are they dreading the mere idea of Qhetohr discovering you? Their beautiful, precious, fragile mortal. Oh, it's precisely because of that. You're mortal, you're fragile, and Qhetohr would delight in absolutely tearing you to shreds if they found out you're the reason why Luvarin stood up their merciful brother. 
Luvarin gnashed their teeth, their hand squeezed the wisp so tightly in their stress, they're snapped out of their furious thoughts by a sharp pop and the cool mist that seeps through their closed fist; the remains of the unfortunate wisp. 
Fine. Fine! If that is what must be done to keep you a secret, safe from Qhetohr’s blade. Then they'll do it. 
Luvarin waves away the scrying bowl, and with a flourish of their hand, a regal purple chlamys settles over their shoulders and they rub at the cool, golden brooch holding it in place. 
Their steps echo through the lavish, empty halls of their palace. A bird flies through the nearby garden, sunlight seeping in through the gaps between the chiselled pillar, and the smell of rain-soaked leaves pervades the air. Last night they forgot to renew the barriers that prevented the rain from getting in. Usually they would just flick their wrist to get the job done, but they were watching you work away at your latest text on Uren's Rebellion. 
Luvarin halts as a realisation dawns on them. When did they start to care for you? If they paused and took a look at the situation, it was strange. It shouldn’t even be possible. 
Them, a Love God. Twin to Destruction and Insanity themself. One of Kases’ powerful children. A literal living legend, responsible for the Fall of the House of Arus. And here they are, pouring their time and attention into a simple priest, their very own servant, and practically mooning over him instead of doing literally anything else. 
Before they can ponder further on this topic, a familiar figure enters their view. He waves, and flashes them a smile that Qhetohr would kill to keep for themself. Luvarin beams, pretty portrait perfect smile reserved for greeting guests and people they would rather not deal with at the current moment. 
They’ll deal with you later. They have all the time in the world, after all. 
Yandere Love Deity who starts to fall in love with you. They would like to say that it’s a slow and gradual process. But honestly, it’s not. It’s humiliating how quickly it all happens. One day they’re watching you writing your newest text, one moment you’re pondering your next sentence, then your eyes light up with a brilliant idea and Luvarin can’t help but genuinely smile, because they’re happy for you, for your breakthrough, because it’s something that you wanted, and what you want they want you to get and when that thought pops into their head that’s when they realise what the burning flame in their heart actually is. 
Yandere Love Deity who has had mortal lovers. They were all the same; Bold, filthy little creatures full of hubris that thought they could surpass the children of Kases. Luvarin’s infatuation with them never lasted long, they weren't meant to. They were all only mortal after all. And they completely expect the same to be true with you. Yes, they know what they’re feeling is love, but really what is the difference between loving something and desiring it?
So they descend to earth in human form, ready to charm you, have a bit of fun, and then leave like it’s nothing. It should be easy, right? 
Yandere Love Deity who disguises themself as a wandering traveller, settling into the town for a short while. After all, Luvercalia is coming soon, what traveler wouldn't want to take this opportunity to partake in the festival right in the town that Luvarin had once used as their base of operations during the rebellion? Mortals were weird, but they get it. To witness the sacred ritual dedicated to Luvarin take place on the very soil their holy blood was once spilled on, any god worshipping mortal worth their salt would not hesitate to take this opportunity. They are simply as one would say, blending in with the locals. 
Yandere Love Deity whose first meeting with you is not like what they imagined at first. They imagined that they'd charm you first, then they would sweep you off of your feet and seduce you into breaking your vow of chastity, pardon you from whatever punishment they dished out nowadays and then leave. 
Yandere Love Deity who barely even  gets to say since you're running through the town, making preparations for the upcoming Luvercalia festival and the ritual. Instead of a proper introduction where the two of you exchange pleasantries and get to know each other, all you get to say is: “Ah, hello traveler. Please, make yourself welcome here.” Before being pulled away to select a sparrow to sacrifice for the ritual.
But then they manage to catch you in your downtime, and you look at them for a moment as if you're trying to figure out where you've seen them before, and then you snap your fingers and you smile, your eyes creasing and wrinkling a bit at the edges and you apologize for not getting to introduce yourself properly earlier, but you remember them. You remember them even if they were probably nothing more than just one nameless face in your hectic day, and that… for some reason the mere fact that they were still important enough for you to remember amidst everything else that was going on, it just… 
Yandere Love Deity who isn’t prepared for how you make them feel. Holy.. the way you have their heart racing has them thinking you are the one who’s the god of love here, and they’re the one who should be worshipping you and singing your praises. Just seeing your smile has them weak in the knees. It shouldn’t be possible, you’re just some mortal destined to die out and fade away while they are a literal God, who has seen kingdoms and empires fall and rise in what to you is centuries, but to them is merely a small drop of water in the vast ocean of their existence. 
Yandere Love Deity, who still thinks that they can get out of this. Just like their destructive twin, they’re as stubborn as a mule. An immovable object that refuses to budge no matter how hard you push them. 
Yandere Love Deity who changes their mind so quickly it’s embarrassing. They try to distance themselves from you and pull themself out of whatever hold you have on them, but each and every attempt is foiled, not even on purpose, by you. You and your natural charms that has them caught, hook line and sinker. How can they not fall deeper in their love for you when you make it so easy to just descend deeper? 
Yandere Love Deity who continues to interact with you in mortal form. Slowly they become as much of a daily fixture in your life as you are in theirs, and they can't be more pleased about it. However their joy is short-lived when their greatest fear comes true; Qhetohr finds out. 
Cruel, wicked Qhetohr. Obsidian eyes curling with a malicious delight as they remind Luvarin that though beings such as them, deities, will continue to exist even when they will be forgotten and turn from reality to mere myth, that you will return to the dust and dirt that Uren used to mould your kind into shape.
Yandere Love Deity who comes to the realisation that a life without you is no life at all. And so they waste no time in ordering the clouds to part, for the sun to shine down right in front of you, and then descend down to you in their godly form, their entrance announced by pale rose petals gently floating down from the heavens.
Yandere Love Deity who does everything properly. They had a ring forged by Ularus, encrusted with small, absolutely dazzling rubies. They've wrapped it in a pure white cloth, with sparrows and roses embroidered into it. 
They get down on one knee and unveil the ring, and say those four famous words. 
“Will you marry me?”
Your eyes are wide and your mouth is gaping. Clearly you're shocked. They understand. You've just learned that sly, mischievous Erasmus is the very God you worship, serve, and mention in each prayer— and now they're proposing to you! It would be mind blowing for any mortal. 
But they let you calm down and process everything, they're patient like that, and they wait with bated breath and an eager grin for your response and the words that leave your lips are–
“I– Forgive me, Lord,” You take a shaky step back, your eyes dart around– People are staring– you purse your lips, “But I cannot accept your proposal. You're a god and I'm a mortal and it just– It won't work!”
“[Name], darling, please,” Luvarin laughs, clearly you're not thinking straight, still in shock they suppose, “In all the years that I have walked this earth, I have had many, and I am not joking when I say many, lovers. And many were just like you my love: Mortal. With crimson blood running through their veins and fragile bodies doomed to age.” 
They stand up and reach for your hand. You flinch and try to pull away, and even if their heart twinges, they soften their smile– Remember Luvarin, mortals are sensitive creatures. Be patient– and grip it tighter. 
You wince and they swear they can feel a phantom around their own hand in response.
Luvarin slips the ring on your finger. They wrap an arm around your waist, they ignore how you whimper and the fear in your eyes, and they bring you closer. 
“But you… darling, you are special. Compared to all those shallow creatures, your soul is vast, as wide as the earth, and the only one able to captivate me in the way that only you are uniquely capable of.”
“None of them can compare to you. Nobody can,” Luvarin can feel you shaking as they press a kiss to your temple, “And that is why I want– no need to marry you. I need you in my life [Name], and it's because you're mortal that we need to get married as soon as possible.”
You push them away, and this time they let you just so they can see the look on your face. 
Your brows are knit, and your lip is stiff. They've never seen this expression on you before. But they've seen it on Uren. On their merciful brother. On countless other gods and mortals through the ages. 
It was an expression that told Luvarin that they were about to hear something they didn't want to hear. 
Yandere Love Deity who thinks that you made an attempt to be gentle in your rejection, at least at first. But then it was their persistence that got to you. 
They saw glimpses of it in their time masquerading as a mortal. Your anger. It simmered underneath your skin and has been burning since you were young and pure. 
Their merciful brother told them, he knew you before when you barely reached their mortal form's waist, that you came from a pagan land. A land that was ransacked and pillaged and absorbed into Uren’s ruling. You came in, resentful and bitter with no desire to listen and obey to the people who killed your family. 
They know that you don't like the gods. Even now that you're a priest. But they thought that they were an exception, you got to know them as not a god after all, as Erasmus and not as Luvarin. 
Yandere Love Deity who is met with your frigid glare and… Gods, they can't bring themselves to remember the words you wielded like sharp blades. All they remember you telling them before they allow themselves to be swept away by the wind is that they should find another god to marry instead
Yandere Love Deity who weeps with such force that the skies turn grey, the oceans crash and churn, and the wind blows so violently it's nearly enough to have you whisked away from the earth's surface. It's enough to draw the attention of Qhetohr who cackles at the sight of Luvarin’s tear-stricken face. 
“I told you so!” Qhetohr’s obsidian eyes flash menacingly, “Mortals are fools. Arrogant, bumbling, fools. You could promise him the world and he would still turn up his nose at the thought of spending an eternity with you.” 
Luvarin clicks their tongue and avoids Qhetohr’s gaze, they wipe away their tears before facing their twin with a burning glare, its force lessened with the redness of their eyes, “Are you done?” 
Qhetohr snickers, they plop down on the kline beside Luvarin and hook an arm around their shoulders, ignoring their protests as they bring them closer, “Don’t be like that. After all,” Qhetohr smirks, “I’m here to help you.” 
Yandere Love Deity whose love for you turns bitter, it’s still there but it’s tinged with resentment, and Qhetohr only fans the flames higher till Luvarin doesn't think twice before saying yes to whatever Qhetohr has cooked up for you.
Yandere Love Deity who continues to watch you, watching as you experience misfortune. It starts with you injuring yourself more frequently. You struggle to think of what else to write in your latest text. The roses you've been growing in the temples wilt. If your public rejection of them wasn't enough already, this was enough to convince the town you're bad news. The temple's head priestess who once told you she understood why you refused Luvarin now glares at you coldly as she hands you your things and tells you you are no longer welcome within their walls.
Then it intensifies, your bad luck bleeding out into your surroundings. The food in the stores turn foul and rot. The animals start dying, flies surrounding their corpses and crows picking away at the meat. The village falls to unidentifiable sickness that the physicians and priests are not able to cure. It all comes to a head when the waters become infected and run black. 
Who else could be responsible other than the ex-priest who rejected his own god? 
They scream at you, they curse you out as your ‘brothers and sisters’ hold you down with flinty stares on top of the stone table. Your bare skin pressing on the cold surface. They stripped you down to your loincloth and doused you in the freezing waters of the Yulerine River all in preparation for this moment.  
One acolytes light the candles at the feet of the altar, and another one pours wine into a bowl and sets it in front of the statue of Luvarin behind you. A priestess lights the incense sticks and the air is filled with the scent of smoke tinged with roses.
The head priestess holds a hand up and closes it, the crowd goes quiet. You can see them, their purple eyes framed by their golden locks, royal and cold, narrowing with what you can only describe as a sadistic glee.
“We stand here today,” The head priestess bellows, “To witness the execution of a traitor to the temple, to our patron and god: Lord Luvarin.”
“Sister, please–”
“He has offended our Lord!” Her voice drowns out your pitiful voice, “And by his death, we shall rectify his foolish mistake. We shall offer his life as an offering to our Lord and beg for their forgiveness by giving them the man who has refused their love that which he does not deserve to have!”
You search the masses for somebody, anybody who can see past this farce and save you. But amidst the mass of people who you have grown up with, who you have helped, who you have supported through the hardest of times only to find aggression and rage that should not be directed at you. 
The head priestess starts to chant the prayers for ritual. The damn Luvercalia ritual. You want to laugh. You spent weeks planning everything meticulously down to the tiniest detail, and you don't even get to see the fruit of your labour because now instead of the sparrow you picked out from the town's aviary, the adorable little bird you've spent so much time grooming and preparing for this exact moment, you are now lying here, being rushed through the sacrifice preparations that should've been done over the course of two weeks. 
You want to laugh, and so you do because now that you're going to die you don't have to care about maintaining appearances. 
One of the acolytes holding you down, a teen boy with freckles and mousy hair named Kreo, glares at you, “Shut your mouth, swine.” 
You only laugh harder, because this little boy is trying to act tough when you've already seen him bawl his eyes out when he broke an ankle trying to save a cat from a tree. 
A balled up piece of cloth is shoved into your mouth and you choke on your own spit and gag as it touches the entrance of your throat.
Usually you love it when it rains, but when it starts to fall in slow drops, building up till eventually you're shivering from the rain, you want to cry because when you died, you at least wished for golden haired Ebris to grant you the mercy of letting the sun shine down on you in your final moments.
As the head priestess starts reciting the prayers, and the men and women who you grew up with in the temple anoint with you oils and salts for the sacrifice, you search for them in the sea of faces and you find them easily. Their lips spread into a devious grin, teeth shining from beneath their hood, and they mouth to you: This is your fault.
“This is your fault!” A grieving father screamed at you as he held his dying daughter. 
“This is your fault,” Your friend hissed at you from between her teeth when the cows on her family's farm began to drop like flies. 
“This is your fault,” The head priestess spoke with a measured tone when you were removed from the temple and your position as priest, “And that is why you are no longer welcome here.” 
The head priestess lifts her head from her prayer, and she spreads her arms wide, “Let the ritual begin!”
The people cheer as your eyes widen and you struggle against the hands holding you down. You try to find somebody with even a hint of pity in their face, but all you see is disgust and resentment.
Despite your struggle and the clear panic and fear in your eyes, an acolyte holds out a wooden box decorated with intricate carvings of flora and sparrows, too pretty to be holding the deadly sharp blade forged from Ofriedian metal that you had personally shined and sharpened to perfection. 
The head priestess plucks it out daintily, holding it with reverence. She weighs it in her hand, before gripping the hilt and pressing it against your bare skin. 
She leans down into your ear, you can barely hear her voice amidst the raucous noise of the eagerly awaiting villagers, “You have cursed us all with your actions,” Her breath that smells like citrus and ice fans against your sweaty face, “But today… today you can repent [Name]. What we are doing may seem wicked and cruel, but I assure you. This is for the greater good. By your death the village will be saved and our Lord Luvarin will forgive you.”
“You will thank me for this. You will thank us all.” 
The head priestess rises from where she bent down, and then she lifts the blade and presses it back down on the area of your upper abdomen, the cold blade digs into your skin, and the blood starts to seep out. 
At first as the knife pierces your skin, the pain is equivalent to an ant bite, if the ant's mandibles were aflame. Then she drags it across his skin like she's making one long stroke with a paintbrush, and a guttural scream is wrenched from your throat but is muffled by the gag and drowned out by the people's cheers.
Luvarin felt suffocated within the large mass of people, mortals. Sweaty, ailment stricken mortals burning with rage and righteous fury. Despite how sickening this was, they had to be here. 
They meet your gaze that is resentful and full of fear at the same time, and despite the tension between you two their heart flutters and their face breaks into a lovesick smile. Though it quickly morphs into a frown when you turn away. 
People keep jostling them and the mortal woman with grey streaks in her blonde hair is speaking, but the only thing that Luvarin cares about right now is you. 
You who have the kindest eyes they've ever seen. You who held them in your arms when on the nights they'd visit and pretend to be cold. You who despite your past continued to respect the gods and adhere to the strict rules that came with being a priest. 
Then they remember Qhetohr's words. And Luvarin remembers your other side.
Your other side. The you who looked at the ring, their genuine feelings, and listened to their heartfelt confession, who they allowed to see their vulnerabilities. The you who chose to turn your back to them just like he did all those years ago. 
Luvarin's hands clenched into fists, and their immaculate nails dug into their divine skin. They can hear you laughing from the altar, and that is enough to fan the flames of anger higher. Their skin breaks and golden ichor drips to the earth. 
Eventually your laughter is cut short when you are gagged, and somehow that only infuriates them even further. Emotions they can't understand are brewing inside of them, and it reflects in how the earth responds to them; the sky darkens, and the sound of distant thunder approaches. 
Rain starts to pour from the sky, and they can hear some of the mortals around them start murmuring about how Luvarin must be watching them. Yes, they're watching alright.
Luvarin flinches when you look at them again, they hope you don't notice. Looking at your eyes again, the fear seems to have only increased, and the anger is slowly being replaced by… regret. They smirk, and slowly it turns into a grin. 
Their lips move quicker than their brain, “Yes. This is your fault. Regret it. Regret it and wish that you had just come to me instead.”
They can see that as the rain runs down your face, so do tears. Tears that despite whatever they may want right now, they feel the need to wipe away with gentle kisses.
No! They curse in their head, You can't be thinking this again. Remember what Qhetohr told you. 
You could give him the world and he still wouldn't choose you. 
Before Luvarin knows it, the woman with greying hair lifts her arms to the sky and exclaims, “Let the ritual begin!”
Despite Luvarin's superior senses already being overrun by the harsh sound of ecstatic cheers, they can still hear your pitiful whimpering, like you're a wounded animal. 
The woman is handed an Ofriedian dagger and then–
Thunder strikes the same time you scream. 
Luvarin can't look away. It's like cold hands are digging into the sides of their head and are forcing them to witness consequences of their action.
The Luvercalia ritual traditionally has them cutting open the stomach of a fattened sparrow, removing the organs, and then cleaning it with purified water and then filling it with herbs before wrapping it with a rope soaked in purified oil and tied to a stick before it is lit on fire. 
You kick and fight, tears streaming down your face, indistinguishable from the rain. The woman cuts your stomach open, stopping when the blade reaches the beginning of your loincloth. Blood starts to seep from the wound, the flow intensifying when two acolytes dig their hands in your wound, ignoring your thrashing, and pull the wound open wider. Luvarin feels as if their own stomach is being ripped open as they continue to watch this.
The woman's face is calm and serene, but her eyes have a satisfied gleam as she rolls up the sleeves of her pristine white robes. She reaches a hand in and starts to pull out your organs. The way she goes about can only be described as methodical. First she cuts out the liver, then the gallbladder. She's unbothered by the crimson that begins to stain her skin and bleed into her soul that no amount of prayers or bathing would remove. Hair falls in front of her face as she is pulling out the stomach and a priestess immediately steps in to tuck it behind her ears. 
Luvarin has seen no small amount of blood in their lifetime, before they were an adorable cherub, they were a war hero who walked a road soaked in gore and ichor but this… They… They can't bear the sight of your violent but ultimately futile attempts to break free that only grow weaker as the light begins… Oh gods. 
Luvarin shoves a hand over their mouth and pushes their way out of the crowd, ignoring the protests of those pulled out of the trance the ritual placed on them. 
They barely step foot out before their immortal body is no longer able to hold any of it in. 
As they heave, they try to grasp your heartbeat and stabilise it. You don't deserve this. They made a mistake, but they could still fix this. But just as they're trying to anchor you in the land of the living, something else, a deity or something of equal power, is dragging you to Demorta. 
No, they weren't going to let you leave them, you were going to stay with them and they were going to fight harder than before, and this time they won't accept any rejection you may have ready for them. 
However maybe it was the vomiting, or the opposing force was simply that powerful. Whatever it was, when they whip their head around as soon as they can no longer hear your already fading heartbeat, they use their enhanced eyesight and you– You've stopped moving. The blood is slowly pouring down the altar, moving slowly, oozing even. 
They are already cleaning the now hollowed out stomach of your body and reciting the blessings to purify the herbs. Rosemary. Basil. Sage. Lavender. Thyme.
Luvarin is still as they watch the woman, hands cleaned but forever dirtied with your innocence, place the herbs inside, and then sew up your chest before closing your eyes. 
She claps her hands, and they tie you to a large wooden pillar with the rope. They recognize the wood, they– they can see the little carving you etched into its surface when the two of you visited the grove. 
You smiled as you sheathed the dagger back on the strap in your leg, satisfied with your work.
The first letter of both of your names with a + sign in between the two of them. 
“Some of my finest work yet,” You chuckled, but the look in your eyes tells them it's more than just a joke. 
They brush their hand against the letters, and they smile. It's not perfect, but it's.. it's human. 
“Do you like it?”
“I… I love it.” 
The woman recites prayers before your body as an acolyte waves a golden thurible around your body, letting the smoke curl itself around your corpse and purifying the body these so called holy servants of theirs have sullied with their cruel, filthy hands. 
A man, the village chief, steps forward with a burning torch that struggles to remain lit against the rain that has only grown stronger. He turns to the woman, “Priestess, are you sure that this will work? The rain–”
“The fact that it is still lit is a sign Xander,” She nods toward the unlit pyre, “Please, get on with  it.” 
He nods, and lights the pyre. It is weak, sputtering, and despite the muttered prayers of the temple’s servants and the mortals watching, the flames die out. Killed by the rain. 
“Priestess…” The village chief starts, but the priestess raises a hand. 
“This is… It is an issue with [Name],” She looks to the sky, “Luvarin may not want anything to do with him anymore.” 
Those words cause something to snap inside of them, and as if in response lightning strikes the pyre. The priestess gasps, the village chief falls on his ass, and the people are struck with fear. However the lightning does not set the body aflame, instead the fire lights the earth and it spreads faster than the rain can extinguish it. It bites at the feet of the acolytes trying to put it out and burns them with all the strength of Luvarin's rage.
What happens next is a blur. 
Qhetohr's told them about this before. When your body becomes nothing more than an extension of your weapon and it's like you're not in control of it. 
Everything you do in this state is controlled by instinct alone. 
When they wake up, one of Luvarin's hands is caked in blood and bits of flesh are stuck beneath the nails. They are standing over that woman's corpse and her neck has been punctured with holes that could have only been made by their hand.
Her body is floating, half submerged, and they are knee deep in water. The rain has stopped, and they're no longer wearing their robes. They see that it's wrapped around the village chief's neck like a noose. The village in the distance has been ruined by the flood, and there are more bodies floating around them. 
The only thing unaffected? Your body. The grey clouds have parted and there's a beam of sunlight shining down on you. Your eyes are closed, your head is slumped, and your wet hair sticks to your face. 
You're still beautiful, even as your skin begins to grow pale with death. 
Luvarin sees the Ofriedian knife, they pick it up and sever the ropes. They catch your body when it falls, they drop the blade, and they wrap both arms around you. 
They inhale whatever remains of your scent that hasn't been washed away by the rain and the ointments. 
Luvarin frowns when they feel the unfamiliar sensation of tears stinging the corners of their eyes. They burrow their nose in the crook of your neck and mumble into your skin, “I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen.” Their voice is like a sputtering torch about to succumb to the harsh rain. 
If they strain their ears and focus on the wind, they swear they can hear you. 
They can hear your voice, but they don't know what you're saying. 
“I'm sorry,” Luvarin croaks once more, “I didn't want to hurt you. I never did. I just wanted you to notice me. Not Erasmus. Not Luvarin the Deity of Love. Just me.” 
“A- And I couldn't take it when you said no. I need you in my life [Name], and I still do. But I'm not so selfish tha- that I'd do something stupid. It was Qhetohr,” They can't stop their voice from quavering, “Qhetohr made me do this, s- so if you're gonna be mad at anybody just be mad at them okay?” 
Your silence is deafening but they press on, “I'll do anything,” They look up to the sky, as if begging for any of their siblings to help them. Dignity be damned, “I'll do anything.” 
But nobody answers. Not Qhetohr. Not their merciful brother. Not Uren. The only response is the quiet, occasionally interrupted by the sound of rain dripping from nearby leaves. 
Yandere Love Deity who fixes your body. They place back your organs, mend your skin, and make everything normal again. Or as normal as it can be now that there's a gaping hole left in their existence.
Yandere Love Deity who keeps your body in a coffin they make from their own hands. You have made them countless gifts, but their favourites were always the adorable wood carvings that they can tell you poured more time and effort into than they would ever deserve. 
It is imperfect and made of mistakes, but it is sturdy, and it is genuine. Ularus volunteers to help, he insisted, but a flinty glance is enough to discourage him from continuing further. They need to do this. This is the least they can do for you after all you've done for them. 
Yandere Love Deity who is visited by their merciful brother the day that they lay your body to rest in the coffin. 
“He was always such a bold child.” 
“[Name]?”
“Oh, of course! He may not seem like it now, but well, you remember what I told you.”
“Who else would, if not us? We're the only ones who know now. We're the only ones who will ever remember him.”
“He loved you.” 
“He loved Erasmus.”
“Are you not also Erasmus?” 
“Dear brother, no. Erasmus is the mysterious charming mortal. I am Luvarin, to him I am nothing more than the master he hates– hated and would have never had to serve if he had the choice.” 
“He loved you Luvarin. He was simply confused. He can respect the gods but that does not mean he likes them, and well– to love the god he detests the most is not the easiest thing to come to terms with.” 
“What are you trying to say here?” 
“I'm saying that the two of you could have worked if there was simply time, time that you no longer have.”
“...” “My condolences to you, Luvarin. He was a good man.”
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☏ - ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇᴍᴀɪʟ: ᴍʀ. ꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ.
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enter-the-rickyverse · 3 months ago
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Hi. So since you seemed to like drawing two Ricky's, how about this. Yannick Ricky from Arena Stage and (idk the actors name) Ricky from Open Stage; bc both Ricky's were played by actual disabled actors!
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Open stage Ricky, since I think it's a less well known production :)
Hi there!!
So I actually have been to the Open Stage production live and so I am pretty familiar with it. My group couldn’t stay long after the show but I did get to briefly say hi to this Ricky, Em Kase, and tell them how much I loved their facial expressions and reactions.
Anyway, very excited for another Ricky double feature!!
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splatteroflove · 3 months ago
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"Ah, it seems like I found my way back here, i will gladly answer any questions or react to anything you wish ฅ(´-ω-`)ฅ"
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This is a ask blog for my vocaloid x Splatoon au, the lore is the same but here's a little bit of facts incase you have forgotten or are new here! (under the cut)
Kase goes by any pronouns
Kase is dating Flower and Len
they're Neo agent 3
Her parents are Kaito, Meiko, and Luka
His siblings are Cul, Arsloid/Arsu,Teto, and Yuki
it doesn't like grizzco at all
His hat is named glow, it's alive and acts like a puppy
Kase herself is 15
He used to have a little buddy but she found the little guy's real family and gave him back
It still visits the small fry
She designs clothes and makes them, working under the fashion sellers
They work at Robo ROM-en as a server
robo ROM-en is their family's business
Now stuff about this account and me!
My name is Spirit or Frosty, I have adhd and I am on the spectrum, I am aroace, I will spew little facts about splatkase and his world as a whole in ooc posts, I might not answer some asks due to not knowing how to respond, I will doodle and post them on the account, this isn't my first time running a account but still, please be patient as I sometimes need to say things in character to figure out how to do a plotline, I go by any and all pronouns and that's all! I hope you have a wonderful morning/afternoon/or night <3
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musicalmoritz · 8 months ago
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Hello💕
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My name is Roxy. This blog is mainly for my rambles and shippy posts (not mutually exclusive). I am a writer on ao3 under the same name as this account. I’m just here to put my thoughts out into the world like an open diary, and to reblog cute shit💞💞💞
Fandom Interests:
• Current Hyperfixation- TBHK, Rent, Wicked, Peanuts
• Other Animes (in no particular order)- Hunter X Hunter, Chainsaw Man, Fruits Basket, Madoka Magica, Kakegurui, Jujutsu Kaisen, Bungou Stray Dogs, My Hero Academia, Cowboy Bebop, Ouran High School Host Club, I’m In Love With The Villainess, Sk8 the Infinity, Adachi and Shimamura, Banana Fish, Demon Slayer, Mob Psycho 100, Spy X Family, Vampires In The Garden, High Rise Invasion, Kyo Kara Maoh, Kase-San and Morning Glories, Haikyuu!!, Death Note, Attack On Titan, Neon Genesis Evangelion, and Full Metal Alchemist
• DC Comics, mainly the female characters and anything related to the Teen Titans/Batman. I’ve been in this fandom for years due to adaptations but I’m relatively new to the comics themselves. Currently reading Batwoman's New 52 run and anything Cass Cain related I can get my hands on
• I do like Marvel but like mainly Spider-Man, the X-Men, and Black Widow. I'm refraining from posting about it for the time being due to the boycott
• I'm a big filmbro, my top 3 movies of all time are Dead Poets Society, Pride & Prejudice (2005), and American Psycho
• Classic lit is my favorite thing to read (aside from fan fiction). Currently reading The Idiot by Dostoevsky
• I love listening to musicals, my top 3 being Les Miserables, Falsettos, and Spring Awakening
• Some shows I like are Breaking Bad, Glee, Stranger Things (not posting due to the boycott), Gravity Falls, First Kill, Bly Manor, I Am Not Okay With This, The Middle, Adventure Time, Modern Family, Merlin, Doctor Who, and probably others I can't think of rn
• I'm really into classic fairytales🦋
• As far as music goes I am a critical Swiftie. I also enjoy Fall Out Boy, Marina, early Panic! At The Disco, Megan Thee Stallion, Nirvana, David Bowie, Stevie Nicks, and various other artists
• Some other fandoms I've been involved in include It by Stephen King (all media types), Twilight, Percy Jackson (boycott), The Hunger Games, Marauders, Camp Camp, Archie Comics & Sabrina, Dan & Phil, Hellaverse, Homestuck (save me), aaaaaand I think that's everything??
• My favorite piece of media of all time is Les Miserables, especially the book and the musical. I love it with all of my heart and it truly changed the way I live my life as well as my outlook on the world and religion💕
• My favorite character of all time is Dazai from BSD, I adore his character development and all the subtle details that add to his characterization💕
• I enjoy analyzing and yapping about my interests so expect a lot of that
Other Interests:
• I am a psychology major with an AS degree in psychology
• I practice wing-chun, though I am still somewhat of a beginner (white belt, my si-fu makes his students earn them)
• Writing is my passion and I have been working on my own novel for many years now. It is meant to be a three part series but I don’t want to publish the first book until it’s perfect
• Proud Cat Mom
• Being an older sister is like 50% of my personality
• I am a lesbian and a Christian and both of those identities are very important to me
• Believe it or not I am employed, though I won’t say where for obvious reasons💪🏻
• Raging Feminist
• Antique collector
• Complainer, not a hater
• Optimist
• Lover of all things pink
Again, this blog is really just a side quest, I’m much more active on TikTok so you might want to follow me there (femslash.enthusiast / #1 aoinene lover). I’m just here to yap about my interests and spread good vibes💕
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hyeahgaku · 6 months ago
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Suzuki-sensei gave a pretty cool & hilarious name to the newest character this week - the Head Guard 🤭 Translated in English as "Jo Shackles", his name in japanese is 枷錠 (Kase Jou)..
The kanji 枷 (Kase) means handcuffs or shackles, whereas the kanji 錠 (Jou) means lock 🔒 A very nice representation of the handcuffs on Shin in later panels too!
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aer-in-wanderland · 2 years ago
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PSYCHO-PASS: Providence - According to Japanese Twitter
After a long wait (or maybe it just felt long to me), PSYCHO-PASS: Providence finally hits North American theaters this week (14 July 2023), before becoming more widely internationally available in early August.
Unfortunately, as I'm not currently in Japan, I've not yet seen it. Fortunately, I speak Japanese, so I've read pretty much everything I could find about what happens. If you're like me and can't wait to see it in cinemas/don't mind major spoilers, this post is for you.
What follows is a compilation of everything my sister and I know about PPP -- drawing from fan talk on Twitter, director and writer interviews and tweets, and other official promotional materials only available in Japanese -- without actually having seen it.
We also explain some of the major plot points and go into detail on the real-life works referenced in the film, so if you watched it but feel like you could still use some clarification (as many Japanese fans did), this post might be for you too.
Once again, this post is nothing but spoilers (to be taken with several grains of salt as there is a certain amount of guesswork involved), so read on at your own risk.
*Note: "SN" denotes tweets/quotes by director Shiotani Naoyoshi.
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We open on a snowy, stormy night, January 2118 (2 months post-SS Case.3).
A team of armed mercenaries board a transport ship off the coast of Kanagawa, Japan and set about killing the Ministry of Foreign Affairs (MOFA) Suppressing Action Department (SAD) agents on board. 
Among them is Kai Mikhaylov, a Russian agent with a large burn scar on the left half of his face.
Kai Mikhaylov (VA: Kase Yasuyuki): A member of the “Peacebreakers.” In order to obtain the Stronskaya Document, he launches an attack on the ship Milcia is on. 
Leading the mercenaries is fellow mercenary Bokamoso Murray, who sports distinctive red dreadlocks.
Bokamoso Murray (VA: Shirokuma Hiroshi): A combatant affiliated with the “Peacebreakers.” He operates in tandem with Kai Mikhaylov; beginning with the assault on the Grootslang, he works to seize the Stronskaya Document. 
For the record, the Grootslang (the ship’s name) is a mythical giant snake rumoured to dwell deep in a cave in the Richtersveld, South Africa. It’s said that anyone who encounters it will meet with misfortune. Well then.
Indoors on the same ship, we find Dr Milicia Stronskaya, who has been invited to Tokyo from Russia to participate in an important political conference. 
Milcia Stronskaya (VA: Tsuda Shōko): A researcher and global authority on behavioural economics and statistics. She establishes the basic theory simulation referred to as the “Stronskaya Document.”
Realising the ship is under attack, she hurriedly sends a communication to someone, apologising under her breath as she does so.
She pulls out a gun just as a helmeted mercenary bursts into the room, and she shoots him dead. You can tell from how she handles it that she’s competent.
Kai charges in next, dodging her shots and pinning her down.
Leaning over her, Kai calls her “professor,” at which she startles. He then says to her, “There’s nowhere left to run.”
Kai shoots Dr Stronskaya, killing her. 
Bokamoso shows up then and says to Kai, “You screwed up, huh, Kai,” and “We’re switching to Plan B.”
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Meanwhile, Kogami Shinya, one of our two main protagonists, heads to her rescue.
Kōgami Shinya (VA: Seki Tomokazu): Special Investigator, Suppressing Action Department, Overseas Coordination Bureau, Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Age 33. He was living a nomadic life abroad acting as a mercenary but was recruited by Frederica and returned to Japan; currently, he’s pursuing international incidents. He prides himself on his advanced combat techniques and honed physique.
Kogami makes an insane jump from an aircraft wearing a wingsuit. (I’ve seen him described alternately as Batman, Captain America, and a flying squirrel here lol)
SN: What colour suits a man who flies... Thinking about it.
Kogami proceeds to fight his way through the enemy soldiers with his typical efficiency.
Unfortunately, he arrives too late to save the professor, and the mercenaries have already absconded with her head. The reason for this is explained later.
On deck, Bokamoso and his team board their aircraft and make their escape.
Kogami, who has followed them out, takes aim at the aircraft but is tackled to the deck by a reanimated SAD agent. The man’s mouth doesn’t move but we hear a voice quoting what appears to be a passage from a religious text.
An explosion goes off and Kogami breaks free of his attacker and escapes the conflagration by jumping into the ocean.
Backlit by the flames and treading water, Kogami — vexed but composed as usual — reports on the situation via his device.
<<Opening Credits>>
OP: 「アレキシサイミアスペア」 (alexithymiaspare) ~ 凛として時雨 (Ling tosite sigure)
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We cut to the opening credits, set to Ling tosite sigure’s ���Alexthymiaspare.” The group also contributed to the soundtracks for PP1, PP2, and PP: The Movie (M1), so this is one of many ways in which the film “returns to its roots.”
The credits are then followed by a brief shot of the Sibyl System accompanied by the following text: 《"The Sibyl System," a vast surveillance network that assigns numeric values to and governs human beings’ mental states. Detectives who carry "Dominators" — guns that measure "crime coefficients" — pursue "latent criminals" before they commit crimes.》
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The next morning, our other main protagonist, Tsunemori Akane, now Chief Inspector of the CID, attends a meeting of senior bureaucrats to discuss the proposed abolishment of the Ministry of Justice and the old system of law.
Tsunemori Akane (VA: Hanazawa Kana): Chief Inspector of the Ministry of Health and Welfare’s Public Safety Bureau. Age 25. She commands the Public Safety Bureau’s Criminal Investigation Department. She possesses an incontrovertible sense of justice and a stalwart mentality that makes it difficult for her Hue to cloud; she makes an appeal for maintaining the law under the Sibyl System.  
The official name of the conference, which is being held at Nona Tower (i.e. the Ministry of Welfare’s HQ), is “Review Meeting on the Topic of the Overseas Expansion of Industry RE: the Sibyl System.”
Shindo Atsushi — father to PP3 protagonist Shindo Arata — is also in attendance, alongside officials from the Ministry of Health and Welfare, the Ministry of Public Management, Home Affairs, Posts and Telecommunications, the Ministry of Justice, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
Shindō Atsushi (VA: Sugō Takayuki): Director-General of the Statistics Department, Minister’s Secretariat,  Ministry of Health and Welfare. One of the elite who started his career as an Inspector [at the CID] and entered the MHW. He’s involved in the exportation of the Sibyl System, immigration policy, etc.
For the record, this is the same conference that Dr Stronskaya was originally scheduled to attend at Atsushi’s invitation.
Akane is the only woman and by far the youngest person present, but she doesn’t hesitate to say her piece. When it’s her turn to speak, she opens by saying, “‘Under the Sibyl System, the law is unnecessary.’ Is that truly the case?”
Akane is basically the sole voice of dissent, while Atsushi assumes a more neutral position. 
During the meeting, Atsushi receives a text message, which he checks covertly before stashing his device in an inner pocket of his suit jacket.
Moments later, Akane receives a red alert on her device and excuses herself.
Atsushi calls a break in the meeting while Akane steps out to take a call from Mika.
Shimotsuki Mika (VA: Sakura Ayane): Inspector, Division 1, Criminal Investigation Department, Public Safety Bureau, Ministry of Health and Welfare. Age 21. The youngest Inspector ever inducted. At the time, she took a negative stance towards Akane’s way of thinking, but the two have a good working relationship now. She’s competitive but possesses both presence of mind and rational judgement.
Director Shiotani tweeted a quote by Rousseau that I saw someone identify as having been in reference to this scene. It’s not clear to me though whether a character quotes it aloud, or if Shiotani just meant it as an overarching theme:
SN: “Keep this truth ever before you—Ignorance never did any one any harm, error alone is fatal, and we do not lose our way through ignorance but through self-confidence.” by.Rousseau
from Rousseau’s Emile (On Education), Book III
SN: “Real knowledge is knowing the extent of one’s ignorance.”〈matcha emoji〉
from Confucius’ Analects II, Political Philosophy
Keep reading here.
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the-monkey-ruler · 5 months ago
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Naruto (2002) ナルト
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Director: Hayato Date Screenwriter: Kishimoto Seiji / Sumizawa Katsuyuki / Takegami Junki Starring: Akira Ishida / Yasuyuki Kase / Romi Park / Shuji Nakata / Soichiro Hoshi / Nobutoshi Kanna / Shinichiro Miki / Hiroki Nakamura / Hiroshi Ienaka / Nobuaki Fukuda / Daisuke Kusunoki / Takako Honda / Hiroaki Hirata / Kenjiro Tsuda / Tomohiro Tsuboi / Tomoyuki Kono / Keiko Nemoto / Takuma Suzuki / Yumiko Kobayashi / Eizo Tsuda / Kazuaki Ito / Kiyomi Asai / Nozomu Sasaki / Hikaru Miyada / Junko Midori / Hideo Ishikawa / Tomoyuki Dan / Takayuki Sugo / Ken'ya Horiuchi / Masahiko Tanaka / Kenta Miyake / Susumu Chiba / Shunsuke Sakino / Akino Watanabe / Tomoyuki Morikawa / Takeshi Aono / Shizuka Ishikawa / Seiji Tsuta / Takeshi Watanabe / Masuo Amada / Mamiko Noto / Keihachi Tsuji / Makoto Tsumura / Hisaya Suganuma / Yasushi Yamamoto Genre: Comedy / Animation / Adventure Official website: www.naruto.com Country/Region of Production: Japan Language: Japanese/English Date: 2002-10-03 (Japan) Number of Seasons: 2 Number of episodes: 722 Single episode length: 24 minutes Number of Movies: 23 Number of Games: 60 Also known as: Fox Ninja / Naruto: Shippuden IMDb: tt0409591 Type: Appropriation
Summary:
Naruto is a Japanese anime television series based on Masashi Kishimoto's manga series of the same name. The story follows Naruto Uzumaki, a young ninja who seeks recognition from his peers and dreams of becoming the Hokage, the leader of his village. Just like the manga, the anime series is divided into two separate parts: the first series retains the original manga's title and is set in Naruto's pre-teen years. The second series, a direct sequel titled Naruto: Shippuden, takes place during his teens. Both anime series were animated by Pierrot, produced by Aniplex and licensed in North America by Viz Media.
Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naruto_(TV_series)
Link: https://www.wcostream.tv/anime/naruto-kai-english-subbed
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sqgeism · 2 years ago
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╭₊˚ ๑︰i hope these words reach you in the universe where you didn't leave my life.
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:★: relationship : (filo & modern au) blade x g-neutral reader
:★: warnings : PANGET TAGLISH KO WWHWUWHWSH, other than that .. none!
:★: a/n : WE BACK WITH THE FILO AUS 🔥🔥 plz i would've made this on twt if it wasn't for the bonfire going awn there.. rip 🙏 (no translations for this talaga kase its honestly better for me when its written in tagalog huhu)
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"Hi, Blade!
Sana pagnakita mo to, I didn't take 500 years to send it to you hehe. Or infact, di ako natakot and never sent it talaga. Sounds like something I'd do.
Anyways.. I think sobrang obvious naman na gusto kita, I mean childhood friends kami ehhh! Since grade 1 naalala kita sa buhay ko, and I really wouldn't have wished for anyone else to grow up with.
I know were gonna be super busy with college na, and I just.. nakakatakot haha. I know that you wanna move back home para you can be with your family ulit but I just.. Yoko talaga na aalis ka tas wala pa akong sinabi, di yan talaga tama sa puso ko eh. It's not right to torture my own heart with the what if's of life.
So when you read this, it's most likely nasa eroplano ka na or I ran off super dramatically kapag binagay ko to kase I don't want to know how you reacted sa talaga lang. I want to tell you and that's it, you're not obligated naman to return the feelings or ganun! Whatever your answer is, I will accept, and even if walang answer.. I'm sure I'll be okay. :) Gusto ko lang na alam mo that while you're gone, meron naman hihintay sayo hanggat babalik ka HAHAHA.
I really do hope future me gives this to you. I hope you're happy back home, and tell tita naghello ako please!
And I love you.
Ang panget mo, from : (name)."
You feel the paper in your pocket as the car ride to the airport was.. painfully silent. Not in a way that you had nothing to say, but both of you had too much to say. Not enough time as you already see the familiar building within your view, all the while still fidgeting with the paper with uneasiness.
You help Blade with his bags, seeing the dark circles under his eyes indicating he couldn't sleep until this moment. It's clear he's scared too, almost as if torn between home and home, the home he's made with you in the Philippines. "You okay..?"
Blade doesn't realize how he's just been staring at you, shaking his head and giving you what seemed to be the saddest smile you'd ever see on his face. "Wala lang."
You walk him to entrance, each step making your heart feel like it's being crushed by a hydraulic press. Blade went to grab a cart as you stood there and stared at the entrance, not being able to fathom that this was it. This was your last moments with him in person.
"So.."
He cleared his throat while you placed his bags onto the cart, looking up at him with those lost and admittedly scared eyes. Neither of you could hide the pain that came with the situation, both afraid for the future without the person you considered your other half. "I.. I just wanna say thank you, for being here and being in my life."
You chuckle, wiping away a tear as you try to smile. "I wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else."
Then you remember the note, digging into your pockets and immediately recognizing its material and texture. You look back at Blade and sniffle, "I just wish there was more tim-"
But before you could finish, his arms wrap around you with such desperation. He held onto you like he didn't want to let go, which admittedly - he didn't want to.
You blink away your tears as your head rests on his shoulder, it's all going so fast. The day had long disappeared and the sky shifts to a dark blue, you hug him back as tightly as you could.
And in the moment, your heart drops at an idea.
"What if he falls inlove with someone he could actually be with?"
I mean.. the idea was possible, long distance relationships are.. hard. Certainly not for the faint of heart, and you'd both have to be ready for years of no physical contact.. not to mention being busy with college.
He could be with someone that's there for him 24/7, who can be the pillar to support him when you couldn't. Someone he deserves, and is one drive away, not on the other side of the world.
You were just about to slip the note into his pocket, but your hand stopped and you crumpled the letter in your own sadness.
"Uh.. Blade, I think it's time to go." You muttered, hesitantly pulling away even if it hurt your heart to do so. "Take care, okay?"
He smiles at those words, knowing you were his reminder to do so. "I'll do so for you."
That answer made your heart ache.
But Blade notices a piece of paper in your hands. Intrigued, he asks; "Ano yan?"
Taken aback by the fact he noticed, you tear up the paper and try to laugh it off. "Wala, just trash." But Blade rolls his eyes and takes it from your hand, despite your small gasp of surprise. "I'll throw it out."
You were.. hesitant about that, but you agree nevertheless.
You two share a little more time to talk before he realizes the time, and not wanting to be late for his flight - he decides that it's time to go.
"Thanks again, don't miss me too much." He teased to ease the tension.
You scoffed. "As if I'd miss you."
He loved it when you played along with his antics, he was really going to miss this. "Bye, (name)."
You stayed strong for these last moments, holding your tongue to stop yourself from crying out how much you loved him.. and begging him to stay.
"Goodbye, Blade."
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harpluvsabi · 4 months ago
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Hi ! ♡
name: harper - valentino!
age: 17
pronouns: he/him
b-day: august 10th
sign: im a leo, miau!
fav color: red
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( ๑>﹏<๑) luv ! :
︶ִֶָ⏝︶ִֶָ⏝˖ ࣪ ୨✧୧ ࣪ ˖⏝ִֶָ︶⏝ִֶָ︶
twice, skz, red velvet, nwjs, illit, txt, loossemble, odd eye circle, chuu, yves, BIBI, atarashii gakko, babymetal, vocaloid. (and more)
beabadoobee, mitski ♡
︶ִֶָ⏝︶ִֶָ⏝˖ ࣪ ୨✧୧ ࣪ ˖⏝ִֶָ︶⏝ִֶָ︶
life is strange, omori, yandere simulator, sally face, mogeko's castle, fran bow, minecraft, genshin, roblox, sims 4
︶ִֶָ⏝︶ִֶָ⏝˖ ࣪ ୨✧୧ ࣪ ˖⏝ִֶָ︶⏝ִֶָ︶
mlp ! coraline, asagao to kase san, sanrio, tokidoki, cats, aquatic animals, the sea ♡
︶ִֶָ⏝︶ִֶָ⏝˖ ࣪ ୨✧୧ ࣪ ˖⏝ִֶָ︶⏝ִֶָ︶
⊹ ( 𝓐 ) 𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑢 : my girl <3 💭 ! !
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( # •̀ロ•́ ) dni ! :
transphobic n homophobic people, p3dophil3s, toxic fans of anything, disrespectful people, all basic dni stuff -_-
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collectivelibrary-archived · 9 months ago
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hi! names related to again & again by The Bird and The Bee + over & over by Rio Romeo? thanks in advanced!
yes of course! i had never heard these songs before, but they're lovely! since you didn't state a preference, i'll do all three! (These are just kinda names that I got based on the vibes of the songs!)
masc ; Nicky, Nick, Tyler (Ty), Blake, Cody / Codee / Codey, Rody / Rodee / Rodey, Mac, Drew, Ryan / Ryann / Rhyan / Rhyann (Ry / Rhy), Cassian, Calvin / Kalvin, Kase / Case, Forrest / Forest, Axle / Axel, Micah / Mikah / Mica / Mika, Troy
neu ; Spike, Callie / Calli / Kali, Kal / Cal, Cameron / Kameron (Cam / Kam), Dakota, Charlie / Charly / Charli (Char / Lee), Adrian, River, Raine / Rayne, Ash, Cass, Kasey / Casey, Sage
femme ; Rho / Ro, Zeta, Morganne / Morgane / Morgan / Morgaine, Sue, Rue, Melanie (Mel), Katherine (Kath), Lillian (Lil / Lilli), Jo-An / Jo-Anne / Joan / Joanne, Jo, Anne, Allison (Al), Nikki / Nicki, Cassandra
btw if it's name / name its different spellings and if its name (name) its potential shortenings or nicknames!
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kireilien · 15 days ago
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meet lien, your new favorite writer! 𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖
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hi! my name is lien (pronounced lee-en) / username kirei-lien (綺麗 / 美しい - pretty/neat in japanese), i use she/her, i’m pansexual, and yes i am vietnamese. however i am born and raised in the united states, meaning that i do use american terms/slang, so feel free to ask if you ever get confused!
i’m an 06 liner (in college womp womp ( ;´ - `;)) who's been liking kpop since 2013, anime since 2016, and creatively writing since 2019~2020!
i am a sub/bottom i fear. but a pretty princess one at that! lots of my fics will be self-indulgent gulp but a basic rundown what you can expect: daddy kink, being called princess; angel; [cute/sweet/baby/little/my] girl, spit play, spanking/slapping, cunnilingus, praise, body worship, size kink, strength kink, bimboification, dumbification, thigh riding, soft!doms, sweet!doms, pervs </3, stepbros, older brother's best friend, someone who could put me in my place, things of that sort!
things i hate: exhibitionism, k that’s it!
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kpop [ults, likes, dni]
♂ stray kids, bang chan [ult of ults]; enhypen, nishimura riki; &team, hirota riki maus; got7, im jaebeom; nct, mark lee
♀ soloist, kim chungha; red velvet, kang seulgi; soloist, kwon boa; soloist/loona, ha sooyoung; gfriend, kim sojeong
♂ ampersandone, astro, ateez, boynextdoor, bts, exo, monsta x, p1harmony, plave!!!, riize ot7, seventeen, shinee, the boyz!!!, tws, tomorrow by together, zerobaseone!!!
♀ aespa, aoa, apink, artms, exid!!!, fromis_9, f(x), gwsn, itzy, kiss of life!!!, le sserafim ot4, loossemble, newjeans, snsd, stayc, triples, twice ot8
other. boystory, chuu, dean, dpr live, gray, kard, katseye!!!, wave to earth, yukika!!!
dni. super junior, babymonster, mamamoo, young posse, badvillian, fifty fifty, madein, newjeans+mhj..., seunghan antis, chaeyoung supporters, sakura supporters. simply soft block or don't interact with me i don't need to state my reasons why i don’t support them.
if you don’t see a group on this list, still feel free to ask! these are just groups i listen/interact w often, not all the groups i casually like!
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animanga [kins, faves, dni]
note. i mainly enjoy shoujo like rom, sol, fantasy/mahou, & gl. this will also include manhwa and light novels
kins. demon slayer, kocho shinobu; cardcaptor sakura, kinomoto sakura; ouran high school host club, haninozuka mitsukuni; skip and loafer, egashira mika; pokémon, ash ketchum; horimya, yoshikawa yuki; kimi ni todoke, yano ayane; jujutsu kaisen, suguru geto; soul eater, black☆star; my dress-up darling, kitagawa marin; smile precure!, hoshizora miyuki; i'm the villainess, so i'm taming the final boss, dautriche lauren aileen
anime. (all series) pokémon, my happy marriage, cardcaptor sakura, violet evergarden, full metal alchemist: brotherhood, magi: the adventures of sinbad, soul eater, snow white with the red hair, school babysitters, cowboy bebop, kakuriyo bed & breakfast for spirits, kimi ni todoke
manga. takane no ran-san, jishou akuyaku reijou na konyakusha no kansatsu kiroku, honnou switch, oh! holy, tsurezure biyori, gakjaui d-day, shunkan gradation, ore monogatari!!, maji de tsukiau 15-fun mae, kase-san series, watashi no uchuu monster, dallaeya [currently keeping up w the my happy marriage the light novel!]
dni. literally any loli/shoutacon and harem enjoyers.
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etc [other enjoyments]
other than kpop and anime, i also enjoy my little pony: friendship is magic!!!, littlest pet shop, big hero six, sanrio, san-x, flolikethis, love and deep space, megan thee stallion, mouthwashing, beyoncé, chase atlantic, partynextdoor, monchhichi, the amazing digital circus, and strawberry shortcake (2003-2009).
besides fandoms, i like reading novels alongside manga, aesthetics (makeup & fashion), traditional vietnamese dancing, kpop dancing, and listening to reddit nsfw asmrists! feel free to send me asks or maybe even requests for anything above i would love to chat abt them (ㅅ˶´ ˘ `˶)
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© KIREILIEN 2025
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totallyatwink · 23 days ago
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Hi! I fear I am here far too late at the grand age of 21, my bad. I am thoroughly intrigued by the algorithm & the ability to build a unique feed. Hopefully this will give me motivation to draw & improve my art!! 🙏
Anyways a little about me; I’m an avid enjoyer of
Art, Anime, Manga, Webtoon, Reading, Greek & Roman Mythology, Crochet, Girls Kissing, Ren Faire, National Parks, Foraging, Herbalism, Music, Spellwork, Shin Ramen, Etc.
Fav Anime
Fruits Basket, Fairy Tail, Princess Jellyfish, Snow White With the Red Hair, Soul Eater, Little Witch Academia, & Banana Fish 💔💔 Also literally any Studio Ghibli or Makoto Shinkai film!
Fav Manga
A Sign of Affection, TGSWIIWAGAA, In the Clear Moonlit Dusk, Yona of the Dawn, Snow White With the Red Hair, Love Sick Ellie, Kase San and Morning Glories
Fav Webtoons
Your Letter, Not so Shoujo Love Story, I am the Villian, Devil No 4, Mystical, Honey Lemon, Gourmet Hound, All Haven Academy, School Bus Graveyard
Fav Movies/TV
Imagine Me & You, When Marnie Was There, Anastasia, Summer Wars, Your Name, HTTYD, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Epic, Bottoms, Arcane, Adventure Time, ATLA/LOK, PJO, Gravity Falls, Yellowjackets, Over the Garden Wall, Hometown Chachacha, See You in My 19th Life
Fav Games
Minecraft, FNAF, TLOU, Life is Strange, Until Dawn, Stardew Valley
Fav Artist
Noah Kahan, Hozier, Lumineers, Gigi Perez, Paramore, Glass Animals, Lorde, Mon Rovia
Current Songs on Repeat
Fable - Gigi Perez 🤌🤌🤌
Bathroom Light - Mt. Joy
To Watch the World Spin - Mon Rovia
Tennis Court - Lorde
Not ashamed to admit most of my reading takes place on AO3…Thanks to a reading assignment in 4th grade I became enthralled by the world of greek & roman gods. The two most memorable series for me are Percy Jackson & the Pegasus series by Kate O’ Hearn! Since then my taste has not evolved much, I am currently reading Gideon the Ninth & loving it!! 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩
My art journey has been an interesting one, I have been drawing for as long as I can remember. I love experimenting with different mediums, one of my favorite classes in high school was AP Art! Currently I work the summers at a Day Camp bc I love being outside & working w kids, and the rest of the time Im a daycare teacher! My hope is that I can pull myself out of this art block & improve my skills (esp anatomy) Eventually I’d like to take some more art classes, my dream job would be working as an art teacher during the school year & as an art director at sleepaway camp over the summer! 🙏
If you’ve read this far THANK YOU!!
I’ll be posting some WIPs soon ✌️
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nimonabigbang · 11 months ago
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WIP Wednesday Reblog Template
Want to participate in this WIP Wednesday game but aren't sure what to write in your reblog? Here's a possible template for you to customize:
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Hi! I have [X] files this week. I can't share from my Nimona Big Bang fic, so I will send lines from a different WIP if you choose that one.
My file names:
Nimona Big Bang fic: This is a 2 for 1 since I have to keep it confidential outside our Discord server!
[other WIP]
[yet another WIP if you have one — you can list up to 5 files in total]
Here's a snippet from something I wrote this week:
[a few sentences NOT from your Big Bang WIP]
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And that's it! I do recommend sending asks to other people who reblogged the WIP Wednesday post, even if they don't write for a fandom you follow. Most weeks there is a fresh WIP Wednesday post and Big Bang mod @zyrafowe-sny almost always will participate and tag Big Bang participants in her reblog. You can reblog from her or delete her addition and reblog directly from Kedreeva.
@goldenheart-week will have prompts up by the end of May if you need ideas for alternate WIPs to share from, and you can always use @nimona-week prompts.
Happy writing!
Tagging writers and writer pinch hitters under the cut:
Writers:
@knightofburgers @walrus150915 @space-kase @ilivelikeimtrying @em10-nimonafan2009@ardentandco@brucesduque@quintilius@prodigaldaughteralice@dutifulriley@kitschycritter@sapphicnile@yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt@myqueenmarceline@sammys-magical-au@sir-ballister-boldheart @enigma-the-mysterious@rosemary-frog@fuzzyspottyollie9@dusana-thewitch@nothing-54@my-head-is-square@thegrimshapeofyoursmile@eddieshellscape@bleezebrew-writes@liferemains @sephyathredon-writing@rayllumkissing@saotomexmary@zyrafowe-sny@gayglitterqueen@aggimaginary@sunshine-zenith @trappedinmymind @a-schrodingers-fox@fadedflame @remarkablebookbean @riririkinzi
Writer Pinch Hitters:
@space-kase@em10-nimonafan2009@ardentandco@just-a-music-and-poetry-lover@sir-ballister-boldheart@aggimaginary@trappedinmymind
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